Free Web NovelOutside, the bright moonlight cascaded from the sky, but it was blocked by the parking shed, reluctantly casting a shadow in front of the house.
The electric iron gate opened, Morimoto Chiyoda drove a Lamborghini into the parking shed.
The iron gate automatically closed behind her, she got out of the car and looked at the lights on inside the house, finding peace amid the busy day.
Discussing with Phoenix Academy Maggie about the murder of people from the Likud Group.
Receiving various messages from Israel, and also intervening in some related negotiations.
Many tasks piled up in front of her.
In the past, Morimoto Chiyoda would definitely stick to a regular work schedule, never dragging work past office hours.
But now it's different, her position no longer has as much upward mobility as before.
After all, according to the usual atmosphere of the Metropolitan Police Department, even if one comes from a professional group, as long as it's a woman, it's impossible to truly occupy a high position.
Due to a series of incidents, she is now second only to Kochou domestically.
The CIA is practically her subordinate agency, and with trusted confidants like Police Director Okayama Buji, even the Metropolitan Police Department follows her orders.
There's also a group of financial conglomerates hesitant to align with Kochou.
The Thirty-Four Families are one of the representatives.
Standing at such a high position, every move she makes is scrutinized by those below, naturally she can't slack off as she normally would.
Otherwise, her work habits would inevitably affect everyone below her.
Not everyone has the ability to handle official duties while slacking off.
Most people slack off and truly do nothing, not one bit of work.
Morimoto Chiyoda cannot let herself become the source of such a bad atmosphere.
She had always despised those who occupied high positions yet did nothing.
Even on her way back home, she was thinking about these issues.
Thankfully, once home she didn't have to dwell on all these vexing matters.
Morimoto Chiyoda would never bring work-related issues back home, she strode towards the front door and opened it.
The entrance was bathed in warm lights, Aozawa dressed in beige pajamas, holding a fried chicken leg, "Welcome back, Chitose."
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Morimoto Chiyoda replied, stepping inside and leaning in to take a bite of the chicken leg in his hand, feeling the frying was done to perfection.
Crispy outside, tender inside.
"Which McDonald's is this fried chicken leg from?"
"I prepared it myself while I was free."
Aozawa answered seriously, having actually enlisted a Shadow Soldier to help make a fried chicken supper.
Morimoto Chiyoda was somewhat surprised, she tousled his hair and said, "Not bad, learned to fend for yourself."
"So shouldn't I get a reward?"
Aozawa leaned close, getting flicked on the forehead by Morimoto Chiyoda, then she bent down to remove her shoes.
She didn't head straight to the living room for the fried chicken.
After removing her shoes, she encountered her stockings on her feet, naturally needing to wash her hands.
Morimoto Chiyoda was not one to ignore hygiene.
Though she believed her feet didn't smell, a bit of sweat emitting fragrance, she still couldn't accept touching her feet without washing her hands afterward.
She washed her hands clean, entered the living room, smelling the aroma of fried food, fried chicken, chicken legs, cola, orange juice were laid out.
On the big screen was a phone projection, showing short videos from travel bloggers.
Some attractions might not be impressive in person, but seen through travel bloggers' videos, they become very appealing.
This kid really knows how to enjoy life.
Morimoto Chiyoda thought, yet she wouldn't blame him, instead she felt gratified, hoping Aozawa would lead a comfortable life without actively looking for things to do like her.
He could become a kept man in the future.
Morimoto Chiyoda stepped forward, deciding to indulge her stomach tonight.
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End of October, Halloween.
Tokyo's shops have many related holiday activities, especially in the Shibuya area.
On Halloween night, it resembles a fantastical carnival.
The Shibuya officials had previously released an online announcement, urging tourists visiting for Halloween not to cause trouble.
Then that announcement was quickly deleted, and the announcer was publicly rebuked by The Cabinet.
Essentially, Shibuya used to profit from Halloween.
The trash scattered on the streets wasn't the tourists' fault.
Fundamentally, it's because there are too few trash bins along the streets.
Much like in Paris, too few public toilets lead to everywhere becoming a restroom.
Of course, the latter phrase was a witty comparison from netizens, not an official statement.
Today school isn't off for the holiday.
Yet nothing could dampen the students' enthusiasm for Halloween.
Aozawa had yet to enter the school building when he encountered Ayatsuki Ayaka waiting there, her hair tied in a single ponytail.
She tied her school uniform jacket around her waist, the buttons on her white shirt tightly fastened, yet paradoxically more striking than leaving it undone.
"Good morning, Aozawa."
"Good morning, Iroha, is there something you're waiting here for?"
Aozawa knew that without a specific reason, Ayatsuki Ayaka wouldn't wait here in advance.
She chuckled, "Today's Halloween, let's go to Shibuya this evening, it'll be fun!"
"No problem."
Aozawa had no appointments in the evening, readily agreeing.
Ayatsuki Ayaka smiled, recalling Takahashi Saeko's teachings, stepping forward, grabbing Aozawa's collar, and suddenly lowering her head.
She towered above.
A strand of hair left on the right side softly fell onto Aozawa's neck, tickling a bit.
In less than ten seconds, Ayatsuki Ayaka released him, avoiding staying too long attracting others' attention. freēwebnovel.com
"Beloved consort, this is my gracious reward for your decisiveness, yet you do not thank me."
Her tan cheeks turned rosy.
Ayatsuki Ayaka wore a stern expression, saying this with great seriousness.
